Little hills,
A verdant small valley,
And a curvaceous beauty,--
A stream rippling across the stones,
Its unchained notes singing a song
for the tired traveler who stops by it,
Its divine fluidity melting
the stony pain in his heart,
Its free will flowing joyfully,
setting him free from the
prison of fears, worries and tension.
A verdant small valley,
And a curvaceous beauty,--
A stream rippling across the stones,
Its unchained notes singing a song
for the tired traveler who stops by it,
Its divine fluidity melting
the stony pain in his heart,
Its free will flowing joyfully,
setting him free from the
prison of fears, worries and tension.
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